Poems About Love.

Pencil Box

I give you a pencil box,

One with flowers and pretty decorations.

It represents the beauty of your face and your grace.

When you open it, it’s like opening your soul to the unknown.

When you put something into It, it’s like me and you in unity.

When you take something out of it, it’s like taking your soul apart.

When you dirty it, it’s like cheating on me.

When you spoil it, its like breaking my heart, and ripping me to pieces.

When you close it, you seal me as I am in you as you are in me.

As you remember the gift I gave you, you remember me,

Lastly, if you love the pencil box, You Love me as I love you.

When you sharpen a pencil, think of me,

It’s shavings represent the tears I shed when I am not with you.

When you erase the words, think of me,

Its like erasing the bad pasts that haunt us.

When you Sharpen with a sharpener, think of me

It shows how often I sharpen my love for you.

Find my ruler, it measures Love,

But if you find it, know that you will find no end.

My Love, is everlasting

By:

Redzlan, Jae Hui, Titus and Sze Wen

Emotional

Darkness surrounds me,

I sit in eternal blackness,

I wait with silence,

Slowly, as death reels me in.

I turn, the doorknob, it should be silent

Yet I hear her.

Replaying in my mind like a broken tape recorder.

Broken, like my heart.

You took my love once and threw it away.

A sin unforgivable,

A sin unforgettable.

I am lost to the world, a simple man, contemplating on life’s gifts.

Am I a curse? Or am I a blessing?

Does the world see me for who I truly am, I do not know.

But for one thing, life hates me,

The blood splattered on my floor, laughing at my foolhardy.

I am but a silhouette in the world, unnoticeable, but still there.

I do not exist for I feel nothing

Life let me go,

For living is my hell.

May the gods have mercy.

Please, destroy me.

Let life take it’s victim, may I give it willingly.

Redzlan 8L(Edited by Sarah King)

Emotional

Darkness surrounds me,

I sit in eternal darkness,

I wait with silence,

Slowly, death reels me in.

I turn, the doorknob still quiet,

Yet I hear the voice calling,

A figure of my imagination?

No, something else…

You’ve taken my love once, then smashed it into a million pieces,

A sin unforgivable,

May the light not come near and show me,

I am lost to the world, a simple man, contemplating on life’s gifts.

Am I a curse? Or am I a blessing?

Does the see me for who I truly am, I do not know.

But for one thing, life hates me,

The blood splattered on my floor, laughing at my foolhardy.

I am but a silhouette in the world, unnoticeable, but still there.

I do not exist, I do not exist,

Life end me quickly,

Earth is hell for me,

May the gods have mercy,

Destroy me.

Let life take it’s victim, may I give it willingly.

Redzlan 8L(Original Piece)

In her own world

First of all let’s set the scene

Head down, against the wall she leans

Four white walls, a ceiling and floor

A small square window, a wooden door

Her eyes soon close, she starts to dream

It’s always random never a theme

She dreams of strange scary places

Violent scenes with blurry faces

She wakes with a start, and doesn’t like it at all

But she finds she’s still leaning against the wall

And as she sits in her domain

There are no feelings, no love nor pain

Volume up, speakers in

The world fades out as hers begins

And as she listens to the tune

She closes her eyes and leaves the room

Now she’s in a different place

Which causes a smile to appear on her face

With everything that she loves so dear

She’s in a place with no hate or fear

A place where she is all alone

The place where she feels most at home

From where she doesn’t want to leave

A simple land of make believe

A voice! Her world starts to crumble

She opens her eyes because of the mumble

Her world fades out, reality fades in

It’s time again for the real world to begin

By Sarah King 9L

An Expression of Life

Not a wall of concrete, or just a bridge of steel

I reveal you a tree,

An expression of life.

It promises you the light,

That is never, ever ending.

Take it,

Do not just leave it in the cold,

To die in the winter,

Just to be reborn in the spring,

In an endless cycle of life after death.

I wish to warn you though,

They are not merely pieces of unprocessed wood

I present you a tree,

An expression of life.

Its prominence stands,

Like black on white.

There it is rooted,

Giving freedom,

From the burden of the Earth

Its fruits,

Bear zest and passion.

Now listen closely,

They are not just there for no reason.

The branches which reach out,

To the skies above,

Are not merely holsters of leaves?

They are the frames of lives.

It is resilient,

Standing against the weather,

Survival a factor,

Closing its doors to the harsh cold,

Only reopening for the bliss sunshine

When the leaves fall

The tree only sheds a tear

But you all are unknowing,

In the fact, they feel pain too.

James King